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In Mo’s house. It’s flooding because she’s missing a wall and the waves are crashing in. I get an urgent message from my agent. I need to come back. Someone is trying to blackmail me with nude pics. I don’t panic, but I am angry. I can’t think of anyone who would have nude pics […]

In an abandoned History/Art museum with a friend. Telling her she has to see the Chicago room where it’s Union Station windows and a large dark painting of cherub-style pub life. Staying in a new apartment building that houses students. Taking a bath and noticing a gap in the wall where I can see through […]

Living a pretty ideal life. Supportive partner, separate homes, stable careers. At some point I am my teenage son. I’ve fallen asleep in the treehouse inside the condo of my mother’s partner’s home. I wake up in the wee hours of the night and don’t want him to think that I am a burglar when […]

war planes in the sky. too many bunched together, helicopters too. there is a collision. a helicopter crashes into a neighbor’s home. my dad rushes up to rescue the pilot and start first aid. the planes clear out but another craft floats by soundlessly. an alien craft. diamonds of wavy stained glass in vibrant colors, […]

Planning on sneaking into a high class party that we’re not invited to. Possibly to scam someone, possibly just to pretend we belong. I don’t have anything to wear but Molly offers me a dress. It’s packaged like a barbie doll, a red silky thing with spaghetti straps in a clear plastic box. i tell […]

running to class. taking a shortcut i remember like muscle memory in this UK city. i go into a building and take a narrow winding stone staircase up to a bridge that will bring me across the street to the second level of another building. but this bridge is freaking ancient. the sides have mostly […]

folding newspaper strips into chain lace for our wedding. the way mom used to do with wrigley gum wrappers. bringing my fiancée to see my hometown which is all indoors like a giant mall. my mother is supportive but the community is not. they pass me around the school gymnasium on a chair made of […]